We Were Lost

We were lost, sitting on found blankets beneath the clouds of fillmeup
and iwillsurvive. The trees echoed health class mottoes that gave us
something to ignore. I couldn't feel the cold but I could taste the dirt
on your knees and the smell the cinnamon on your lips like caution tape
the world couldn't throw to the wind. You were the wind herself
striking me in the face with the galaxies in your eyes I couldn't find
in the skies but from that moment on, I've always tried.

Reviews

[Kestrova]

I loved reading this but the very last line is what hit me the hardest. The imagery and sensory give this piece a little extra beauty and make it an undeniably good read! :)